Allison Highlands Ranch Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Michael Hagerty

I gotta mention the little-known gem, Spring Ridge Park. It’s where I sometimes go for a walk, reflect on life, and let my mind drift like the train of a Baz Luhrmann flick – "I don't know if it's a good idea" type vibe, but then "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." Man, it's so deep.

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